Friday, March 27, 2020

Plague Poems: Business as Usual



It’s business as usual
in the natural world.
Spring has brought
profusions of blossoms.
Deciduous trees have
leafed out beautifully,
and the birds sing
in the dawn light.
The very normalcy of it all
presents a stark contrast
to what is happening
in the human world
that sits atop this one.

We have reached
a tipping point, our
collective actions not only
crushing the planet’s resilience,
but our sheer numbers and
dumb unwillingness to own
our folly have made life
frightening and untenable.
A plague of biblical proportions
runs amok through our cities
and over the countrysides
of all nations.
We have no business as usual now,
but nature goes on in its
ordinary, relentless fashion –
tides rising and falling,
seasons turning,
days dawning and subsiding.
These are the times we knew
would come.
These are the times we hoped
we would never see.
These are our times.
What is our business now?

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